Lyrics
I don't get it
How a man gives all the good years of his life
To the corporate cronies and the business phonies
Never ending nine to five
It sure sounds nice
The mortgage and the pool and the wife
But he's always on the phone
And he's never at home
To read to his kids at night
Now it don't matter where I lay my head
Or the year of the car that I drive
There's living to work
And there's working to be alive
I have traveled
A decade of dirt roads and drives
In a mobile home with a paid off loan
And place to keep gear at night
My days go by
With fortune and fate as a guide
With a life of my own
And a rusty microphone
And a pretty girl by my side
Now it don't matter where I lay my head
Or the year of the car that I drive
Cause there's living to work
And there's working to be alive
And that man behind the desk says
If it gets any easier
Well lord I'm ready
For a life like mine
To be slow and steady
Aw man get ready
Now it don't matter where I lay my head
Or the year of the car that I drive
Cause there's living to work
And there's working to be alive
Yeah it don't matter where I lay my head
Or the year of the car that I drive
Cause there's living to work
And there's working to be alive
Yeah there's living to work
But I'll be working to be alive